What did I lose? a poem
I have lost something, somewhere in the rush, on the road, to my office, in a city, in a country, in the largest continent, on the earth. Amid dearth and mirth; death and birth I am troubled. I am worried.…
Doubts – a poem
Is the world real? Are the sages true? Am I what I am? Doubts The more I inquire more do I despair but inquiry is freedom - freedom takes me to slavery. Am I free? Ever Doubts by Alok
That February – a poem
December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned your eyes from me once again. January passed like a feeble man on death bed passes away sans noise and movement. And February is here,…
Life and Death – a short poem
I wasn't aware when death threw her silky snare and neither did I try to realise when I died eventually. Dilemma delusion dogma and never I knew when was last that I lived either.
Another New Year – 2018! Poem
And it begins once again like a usual pain which puts my heart on the altar of a calendar change every last day of a year. Whom are we fooling?
a message for my love…
Sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue wind rushes sweeping the lousy leaves fallen off trees and my memories too. Life - loss and gain pleasure and pain draught and rain and every summer is followed by this winter,…
The Journey Continues… a poem
Trouble, only trouble for my soul I bring knowingly when I let my heart astray and walk along the way which leads nowhere but dilemmas and dismay (which we all know well). For the human I am, I will err.…
You reach or Love comes? | Poem
"No! I shall never go back! "Never shall I! "I never shall go "to that street again!" Firm was his choice and flawed was his fate. Who could ever rejoice standing on the heaven's gate? Tell me any single…
My Insignificance – a poem
The Sun rises every morning in the east but not for me alone! Gods have vanished from the earth long long ago - far from mankind but not just because of me they're gone! Scholars are born and so…
My Poetic Angst! | A Poem
I wonder why I wander when I have my vision in front of me - smiling! Though, I do fear if my angst is her glory, tacitly for she speaks lesser. Should I then go back to my respite…